Never Mind

Never mind the pinsAnd needles I am on.Let all the other instrumentsOf torture have their way.While air-conditionersFroze my coffeeI caught the toasterEating my toast.Did I press the rightButtons on all theseButtonless surfaces,Daring me to press them?Did you gasp on seeing whatThe mailman just brought?

Will the fellow I saw pedallingAcross the bridge live longAfter losing his left leg,His penis, and his bikeTo fearlessness?Will his sad wife findConsolation with theComputer wizard called inLast year to deal with glitches?